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Insomnia

​It feels like the night hours have  

forgotten  

about my sleep

 As if I’m waiting 

for a taxi that never 

comes for me.

Eyes sullen and open

The dark becomes less

And blue outlines my room 

as if it had enough rest
I’m not ready for tomorrow 

to demand its right 

To live

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Knowing my Language

my voice muttered through

the realms of cluttered air

I could say

anything in


the privacy of my mind


without the sound


of throat and


distracted tones


I cried real things suppressed 


and confessed my


turmoil in silence


and quiet


burdens


there is not a peace i find


than here in


the chamber


of grace where you


hear me


and know the machinery


of my being


and every time I come and kneel


You make sense of


all that that I cannot say…







True

The rules to live by are becoming grey And I question my life 

If there is meaning 

And if there are falsities 

Dressed like truth 

But if every thought 

And every word could really live

Honestly in its stark breath

Maybe the ears would hear their

Own lives being said

Maybe barriers are 

Not as 

fashionable

As we make them

And maybe real living

Is being what you are right now

Holding time as if to grasp 

The moments that 

Remind you 

That every minute lived up to now 

Points you to be 

More true 

Dawn of Surrender

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Quiet are the signals to your home

This bed a lonely raft on seas of my yearning

And I cannot seem to receive….

 

Could you untangle

The voices that choke my soul

So loud they taunt to derail me away

 

Hold me still

Hold me until

I lose this fight

 

For

Underneath my skin and behind my eyes

Blood seems to carry the stains

They seem to keep me frozen in

Reluctance and I’m afraid….

 

Though

The kindly voices sing their lighted

Verses

As I am displayed hungry and worn

 

I am unraveled

Into these words I write to You

A sort of prayer to come

And Release me from these

To come deliver me from

Me

Recalling

I think it staggered out in the quiet dusk
just beneath a tree, it stayed.
It knew my journey of growing
or perhaps falling and getting back up several
times over…
It waits for rustling urges
and an awakening of honesty deep where
not even I could see
or have ignored.
It wonders why I would take
a path of burying words
and throbbing pain
as if I was ashamed of real things
as if it didn’t matter no more
to be in the ocean and swim my soul
onto pages and painted thoughts….
I missed saying something,
even in the hours of my dark room
it tugs at me to write true things,
and as they spill furiously and unashamed,
the heaviness leaves…
and I am alive in the right sense of being,
how my heart remembers this
how I cannot leave or let it stagger away
in the strangling quiet
It must bear and render the moments
as they go too quickly into books
of forgetting

The Trail of Words

maybe these words could be stories of my thoughts
lingering and talking
they could make up brilliant nothings
of chaos and happiness
out of scenes flashing by on minutes too fleeting
I would borrow them
hide them
and watch them form into letters
on my mind
but why…
of all things to do, why care of moments passing
as if outside of me mattered and it had something to teach me
they have something to say
of living
of how I care but not unselfishly
I could bike down the lonely tunnel with each end a horizon and sunset
maybe that’s the reason for words
maybe each thought creates the words which lead to either side

Of Thoughts And Things

I often linger where I am prone to remorse

A grayish miasma envelops my being

As to convince me of no light outside

This complacent and nonliving moment…

I regress more and the steps down are too easy

I think of such things as the sighs thicken

With each labored breath

So gone is the strong source… or my mind

deceives me too much to believe in weakness

And I tend to rend myself helpless, defeated

From the roughness of living

All sides of everywhere seem a blurred thing to grasp

Where have I confused the path toward the goodness

Toward some shade of peace?

Can I wait for the sigh of lightness and relief to come

I need to cling to the tips of the threads with tremblings

Of the last bit of faith and reach

reach more and perhaps I will fall

Out of my thoughts and things

 

And I Wait

lately, I have paid more attention to

the way I breathe,

the beat of my heart

the way my skin feels tighter

as eyes lift up to see sharp wolf irises

in the translucent image

strange transfiguring

a flash in the sky of remembrances

things of a former life

reappear only in the back of my mind

I have lost count on days gone by

the weeks, months into years

and still a watcher from the inside

I’ve witnessed the leaves and flowers,

fall and bloom and fall again

trees stable in their ground

as its branches have grown

and I wait, for bloom of a new body

while my time of fall

lingers in

the deep reflected image

of a wolf waiting to fade

In The Glare Of A Pale Grey Sky

the pale grey sky raced passed into

the glare of the passenger side window

I don’t know any certain words in a delicate moment,

where throbbing reality pulsates in the unseen creases

of my minds membrane,

I have lost the meaning that joins us together

in obvious reigns…

distances dug deep where I have fallen far into

the crevices of denying graces

I have longed for a rescue in the still of patient days

there is no finding yet and in the sunrise where love lives

and the pale gray was once a tragedy,  I still hope

even in these in between minutes

I know it all surrenders eventually to

….forgiveness

Misunderstood

Deep

It lays

A quiet grief

and the eyes

have not seen

too well

the beaten countenance

they misunderstand

abandoning

the questions

never meeting

the answer